The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1887-06-04

in my pilgrimage. How often have found
you here"
Idly dreaming dreams no mortal ever
dared to dream BEFORE" she laughs mock
inglv, then bldshes viyidly beneath his
ardent glance.
The color dies, leaving her lovely face
deathly white. He remains standing and
looking down at her in keen, embarrass-
ing way.
He wishes TO carry the memory of her
every feature into his pilgrimage too, no
doubts
Lenore fears the silence between them.
$50 your cousin has decided to accom-
pdny your she hurries on. 81 am sorry
for that-we shall miss Paul so much.
Have you been up at the houseP"
81 have been up at the house, he ans
wers GROSSLY, mockirg lier sweet, studied
tone.
lie takes few steps along the woodland
pathj then returns hurriedly, and stands
looking down on the slim grl-fgure with
cross, somber eyes.
so, that is all you have to say to the il
parting? You will miss Paul very much, y"
again mocking her sweet voice.
"rhis is PATHS native home," he con
tinues scornfully. "Some day, if we are
not frozen or starved to death in the Arctic
reaions, he will return here You will
marry Him then, no doubt, and make a
sweet, affectionate Wife"
"Win ~"
If only he knew how bleak, and blank,
and loveless the future was to her; but she
fought back all sign of it and laughed.
''rime, the great forlune-tellcr, will
prove the truth or untruth of your words,
Mr.. Sunderland. BY the way; where is
Paul? have not seer him to-day. Is he
not coming to say adieu? l wonder If he
will expect the to sing his favorite sohg=-
when the Sea Gives Up Her Dead at
parting?"
Dare bends above her lovely. upturned
face, fierce, passionate glow in his eyes.
Some shade of their fire is reflected in hers
His warm, quick breath fans her chetk.
The wllfuL breeze blows her yellow hair
against his bearded face, and sends a
strange, painful joy thrilling through his
heart. Her eyes are chained to his by some
powerful fascinationt
MY love-my beautiful, lost, heartless
loYe;" he whispers hoarsely, reckless of the
consequences. "Once, If never agalh, you
are mine nowr'
A sob rises and chokes her voice. A
moment later, and his bearded lips would
have met hers; but voices sound along the
woodland path, and moment later Paul
Sunderland and Kate Geneva come into
sight around bend in tile wbtdsd aisle.
Dare falls quickly back with miittered
execration into his usual attitude of care,
less grace. The conscious blood dyes Le-
nores smooth cheeks. All are sad and III
at ease. The girl alone, whose heart is
breaking with love for this wicked man
who is going from her life forever,is fitfully
gay and bantering.
Goodbye, Mr.. Sunderland" she says,
giving him her slim hand with a careless
smile, for which by and by she will pay a
forfeit of binding tears and burning heart
ache, "When you return from the North
Pole, l suppose it will be Captain Sunder
land. Well, shall be a famous star by
that time, so it would not be beneath youl
dignity to bring me souvenir by then-ar
iceberg, polar bear, or perhaps breatl
from the frigld regions, to assist me il
bearing the intense heat of few months
hence.'
'If ever do return, will remember
he says coldly, and turning OH his heel
walks swiftly away.
81 am glad he is gone, dear" says Kate
tenderly, as she follows her sister to The
cottage. "He was bad, wicked man, ,anC
you will be better off,"
But she started back in dismay wheI
Lenore turned suddenly in her path. He
face was SO full of hopeless, passionate
misery.
"He is gonef' she exclaims in wild, low
voice. II bore up under II all; he neye
guessed; but you may know, and the who'll
world may know, that love him as he 1
better than all the good men that l shal
ever see again. Oh, Dare, Dare"
And she falls unconscious at Kate's feet
white as If already dead and in her wind
, ing-sheet.
"They say she has "A wonderful voice,
Captain Sunderland's companion whisper
into his ear.
The handsome, dashing naval officer c
, Arctic fame, has been in the city but FEY
days. yet society has already taken hlr
under its choice aristocratic wing. Hi
opera companion is a beauty and belle, tn
daughter of a millionaire, yet his splendl
lark eyes stnile dewn into hers with car'
less sadness.
"a wonderful voice." she continues
''but it haunts one so! ] hen her face
> Oh, yes, she is very beautiful, but $
= strangely, weirdly sad"
When Captain Sunderland turns to IL
: stage again, the curtain is drawn, and
{ murmur of applause greets tile slim fgul
- II discloses.
Her voice rises clear and T0ndrously, b
wilderingly sweet. Il falls on the heart I
= Captain Sunderland colder than the nortl
u ern air In northern seas.
All the gssllghts, the people, the sing
S fade away into darkness, and be is STAN
e ing before a woodland stile-where a W
maR sits, aud laughs his love 10 scorn.